One-Winged Angel
Presents
Goodbye
Disclaimer: I don't own Neon Genesis Evangelion or any of its characters.
This story was inspired by another fanfic I read.
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It's been three years after Third Impact. People have started coming back from the LCL now. Tokyo-3 is being rebuilt again.
All my friends have come back to Tokyo-3. Touji has prosthetics legs now, at first I couldn't bare to see that I hurt him this much, I mean he lost an arm and a leg because of me. But I eventually worked up the courage to face him. When I saw him again he did eventually forgive me, but that didn't prevent me from saying the usual "I'm sorry" to him.
Kensuke changed for the better; he doesn't all that much like the military anymore. Not after that incident with the JSSDF. He now prefers to work on computers and, on the side, being a hacker.
Hikari has also come back, and since we started school, is the class rep again.
About school, the Marduk Institute no longer runs it, so we have at least a semblance of normality in our school.
Misato she's back to being a caring guardian that she is, to us. She treats Asuka and me as if we were her own children.
And finally Asuka, we were married a year after third impact. Though not for good reasons, she just wanted someone around, to be with her. Someone to cover up her loneliness and since I was to her, the closest male person she ever had, I had to be the unfortunate groom.
I knew that Asuka didn't love me, but that didn't prevent me from loving her. I probably realized it a long time ago. From the day I saw her in the carrier I was entranced by her beauty and fell in love with her immediately.
But still she didn't love me, since she kept insulting me, berating me, but I withstood it all, because I thought that maybe, just maybe, someday she'd learn to love me. But after two years, I realized that she wouldn't. She'd be just the same old Asuka that had done those things to me.
I work at a restaurant down the street from our apartment, I have a fairly good-paying job, nothing much, but enough to get us through. Asuka also has a job, she's a psychologist at a clinic she rented. I pay for the rent to that clinic though.
And so that is the complete summary of the culmination of the recent three years I've spent after 3rd impact. This is my story.
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Click.
I unlock the door to my apartment. I mean OUR apartment, even if I mostly paid for all of this. That baka- he must think he paid for this. OK, maybe he did help a little, just a little. But, I still do most of the work. I make a lot of money as a computer analyst.
I smell something good as I enter the living room. Hmm…. probably Shinji cooking. It smells so good…. Not that I like it. You know even though I've been married to baka for 3 years, I've never thanked him for his good cooking. Heck, I don't thank him for anything. I stood at the hallway to recollect on my thoughts.
Even though I always insult him, I don't really mean it. It's just hard for me to open up to people. Even if I've been living with this guy for three years, I still don't completely show my emotions for him.
I don't know maybe I like him or maybe even love him. I don't know, I always say to myself that I don't like him, but deep in my heart I know I do. No matter how hard I deny it I can't completely say that I have feelings for him.
I entered the kitchen and sat down on a chair near the left side of the table, and then Shinji proceeded to sit down beside me.
"Hey what's for dinner?" I said.
Shinji looked at me as he was giving me my food "Rice and fish" He replied.
I glared at him "What? Again! Baka! I told you not to cook that again."
"But, we don't have anymore money for food!"
"Stupid! If you just worked harder, then we wouldn't have to eat the same food over and over again."
"Gomen, but I don't get enough salary to afford to buy more expensive things even with your job at the big company… What was its name again?"
"Hajima Technologies. Hey why didn't you choose a higher-paying job instead? It would help us more financially, stupid!"
"Gomen, but cooking is what I do best, and the only thing I know how to do."
Then, I decided drop the conversation; this would all lead to me insulting him again. I looked at him while he was eating, I sighed inwardly at him, after 3 years he has changed significantly, and yet not that much.
He looks more mature, stronger. He exercises often now, not like the previous years. He has grown more muscular and he seems to radiate an aura about him. Yet,
he's still the same old caring Shinji that I knew from long ago, the one that apologizes profusely if he did something wrong, the one that looks at you with that caring look if you're hurt. He's changed a lot yet not a whole lot, a bit ironic, eh?
"Asuka?"
I snapped up from my introspection and looked at him. "What?"
"I'm finished, I'll take your plate and you can go watch TV."
"Sure, don't be long, stupid."
I sat down on the couch and proceeded to watch TV, but not really seeing anything good on, I decided to think about the last three years.
I was always mean to Shinji, no matter what he did. Whether he did something good or bad. Though, I don't know why. Probably because I didn't want him to have feelings for me, so that it would be easier for both of us.
Or maybe I just wanted an excuse for not liking him. I don't know if that's the case, but I dismissed the thought and went to the bedroom. We have separate beds I don't know why, but I never let Shinji, not even once sleep in the same bed as me. Maybe there's the fear of getting close again. I lied down and my bed and proceeded to drift to sleep.
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I sat down on the couch and thought about recent days. It's like Asuka has raised her insulting level up a notch it's like she's insulting me more now than ever before.
I already thought about it and I've decided to leave tonight. I know Asuka's going to be better off without me. She has a high-paying job and an apartment that she mostly paid for.
I'm just a burden to her. She never once said she loved me even though we were married for 3 years. I'm going to pack my bags and leave this place for good, because as long as I make Asuka happy, I'm happy.
It tears my heart apart every time she insults me; it breaks my heart whenever she's hurt. I feel she's become part of my life, that now I must let go to bring her joy.
Nothing pleases me more than to see her happy. When she gets mad she can be like a devil, but when she smiles she can be like an angel.
I packed my bags slowly so that I would not alert Asuka to my leaving, I slowly wrote a note concerning me, and slowly crept down the hallway and through the door to face the dark cold night. Alone.
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This is my first attempt at a story, I hope you like it feedback is much appreciated.
Domo Arigato.